He Xiaoshi looked at the man with a hosta in front of him with a solemn face, and his whole body was on guard.

From the time he came to this world to the present, he has been seriously injured and faced life and death crises, but those were given to him by monks who were far beyond his cultivation.

Among the same ranks, He Xiaoshi has always won with a crushing attitude.

Except for the summer cold.

And at this time, there is one more.

The Tianmen monk with a hosta on his head was even more shocked than He Xiaoshi.

His status in Tianmen is much higher than that of the man with hanging eyebrows who was cut off by He Xiaoshi, and the opportunity to quench his body with starlight is naturally far better than that of the man with hanging eyebrows.

Naturally, the physique and strength of the man with the hosta on his head are also twice as strong as the man with hanging eyebrows, even so, in the competition of physique and strength, he still has no advantage.

Even so, the man with the hosta on his head didn't want to let go of He Xiaoshi, because it was about the majesty of the Heavenly Gate!

"Go die", the man with the hosta on his head no longer competed with He Xiaoshi for strength and body, but directly performed the Heavenly Gate Technique that made the entire mortal world fearful.

Hundreds of cones that emitted bright light, with the sound of breaking wind, shot towards He Xiaoshi one after another.

He Xiaoshi's face was calm, and his fists were smashed out in unison.

Then, in front of He Xiaoshi, a pale golden fist shadow appeared and turned into rolling waves, smashing towards the light cone that shot over.

In less than three breaths, those cones of light that shot out were shattered by each one, and the man with the hosta on his head, his eyes and cold limbs danced, and once again cast a powerful spell, standing with He Xiaoshi.

At the same time, Xia Han, Zhu Qian, and Niu Tiezhu were also fighting fiercely with the monks who were surrounding and killing He Xiaoshi in front.

Although the opponent has the advantage in numbers, but the individual strength is slightly weaker, especially Xia Han, who controls the snow-white flying sword, constantly flying in the enemy's masses, and the flying sword is stained with blood from time to time, making the opponent constantly retreat.

And Zhu Qian, who is obese, although he looks harmless to humans and animals, his combat power is also extremely strong, and when he waves his hand, it is the orthodox magic of the Barbarian Ghost Sect, even if he suffers a combined attack from two opponents, he still does not fall below.

Niu Tiezhu's pair of fists opened and closed, and the sharp horns were even more earthy yellow light, and from time to time he cast a strong bull demon Quan, and the opponent's mouth and nose were bleeding.

Even so, the two of them and one demon still suffered some injuries, after all, these monks can be regarded as cultivation geniuses of their respective sects, and under the siege together, their strength should not be underestimated.

Just when the strength between the two sides barely maintained the balance, a ghostly figure that flashed with black light, almost all the breath, flew towards Xia Han's back.

Suddenly, a blue sword light suddenly shot out from this ghostly figure, piercing Xia Han's heart.

Xia Hanmei was resisting the siege of the three monks with all her heart, and at this time, her delicate body twisted out of instinct, and her body moved a few inches horizontally.

The azure flying sword grazed her armpits, sending out a trace of red blood.

Xia Han's body shook, and under the sneak attack of this azure flying sword, he suffered some minor injuries, but it was not a big deal.

The ghostly figure let out a soft sound, as if it was quite surprised that Xia Han could avoid his sneak attack.

Xia Han summoned the snow-white flying sword, and with a horizontal stroke of his chest, the sword intent was agitated, forcing the three monks who were besieging him to retreat, and then turned sideways slightly, looking at the ghostly figure.

This ghostly figure is the "Mu Kaixuan" who has been hidden in the shadows.

"Senior Brother Mu, come and help me," After "Mu Kaixuan" showed his form, the Heavenly Sword Sect monk who was struggling under Niu Tiezhu's fist shouted.

"Mu Kaixuan" glanced at Xia Han deeply, a trace of heat flashed in his eyes, and when he heard the call for help from the "fellow door", he suddenly nodded and stepped forward.

Seeing this, the "fellow doorman" greatly increased his confidence, and without any fear, he pinched the sword trick and drove the flying sword towards Niu Tiezhu.

The blue flying sword that exuded an ethereal ghostly aura flew like lightning behind the unsuspecting "fellow doorman", and then quickly circled around the person's head.

The man's head, with its bones, fell to the ground and died.

Niu Tiezhu was startled, his fists were in front of his chest, and the flying sword that cut his "same door" slashed diagonally.

Niu Tiezhu snorted lightly, and poured all the spiritual power of his whole body into the fists sealed in front of him.

The earthy yellow light on the two fists suddenly burst out, blocking the blue flying sword that slashed in.

The azure light and the earthy yellow light froze together for a moment.

As soon as the "Mu Kaixuan" sword technique changed, the azure flying sword emitted a clear sword sound, and then a small gray sword shot out of the blue light in an extremely uncoordinated manner, shooting towards Niu Tiezhu's eyebrows.

This one-inch long gray pit exuded a strong divine soul power, which made Niu Tiezhu lose his mind instantly, and his spiritual power suddenly appeared to stagnate for a moment.

The earthy yellow glow on his fists dimmed.

The azure flying sword took this opportunity to slash at Niu Tiezhu's chest, if it was slashed, Niu Tiezhu would definitely end up with a corpse separation.

At this critical moment, Niu Tiezhu's misty eyes suddenly became clear.

"Moo......".

A huge bull roar suddenly came out of the mouth of the bull iron pillar, and the earthy yellow light on his whole body flashed violently, and then turned into a huge ox.

The head the size of a scalper's dustpan suddenly lowered, and the horns the thickness of the rafters slammed directly into the azure flying sword.

With a "snort", the azure flying sword flew by, and the horns on the right side of the scalper were directly cut off.

The blue flying sword kept speeding and flew towards the other monks.

The scalper let out a roar of extreme pain.

The demon cultivator with the largest number and the strongest overall strength stood aside and watched coldly.

Suddenly, a fox demon with a delicate appearance and a charming figure in the demon group walked up to the hook-nosed demon cultivator with his limbs swaying, and asked with big eyes: "Senior Brother Feng, do I really look at it like this?" That old cow is not easy to talk to. ”

The eagle hook-nosed demon cultivator glanced at the fox demon and said calmly: "Tianmen is difficult to mess with, and there are divine beasts of my clan on the other side, it is not appropriate to help anyone at this time, of course, I will not let Brother Niu have an accident, as for that divine ape, let's see how strong he is." ”

This demon glanced at He Xiaoshi, who was fighting fiercely with the man with the hosta on his head, and continued: "If this divine beast is extremely powerful, and it is a pure-blooded divine beast, then even if my demon clan offends Tianmen, it is also a matter of deference. ”

The corner of the fox demon's mouth twitched, the value of the pure-blooded divine beast to the demon clan, she knew very well, and as for what Eagle Hook Nose thought in her heart, she also understood it very well. It's just that he is afraid that another divine beast from the demon clan will appear and threaten his status.

Thinking of this, the fox demon felt bored in her heart, and suddenly her black and white eyes turned, and she lowered her voice and said to the eagle hook-nosed demon cultivator: "Senior Brother Feng, haven't you ever thought about it, why did all of us monks suddenly kill each other in some camps? Even if the gossip terrain is precious and abnormal, it should never be like this?"

The hook-nosed man obviously didn't think of this question, and was stunned for a moment by the fox demon's question.